Author: switchinggears302003389

Isn’t any wonder, how for years, I wondered and tried to figure out what they called “Ants in the pants.”, back in the day. I, of course, didn’t have a clue except for what I was told was this sense of restlessness, never being able to sit still for too long or be comfortable in one spot.

I wanted to run. I wanted to move. I wanted to see new places, even if just for the day. I wanted to try new things or try the same thing in new locations around different people. It wasn’t until later on in life that I understood what exactly was going on.

I once was told that I had lost my sense of adventure. My priorities had changed and the life I was living wasn’t the one I had later come to dream about returning to once again. I was missing something. I was missing the freedom that was part of my spirit. The spirit of the open road. The spirit of the two wheeled lifestyle. The spirit of the gypsy.

I began to do some soul searching and realized that it wasn’t my sense of adventure that was lost but my sense of freedom and that I wasn’t a conventional guy nor one a fan of conformity. It wasn’t until I had done this search and study of self that I realized I hadn’t lost anything but had turned my back on my true gypsy spirit. Two wheels and the open road. The smell of gasoline and grease and leather and hot asphalt. The wind in your face. The sun beating down. Chrome in the moonlight. The rumble at a throttle’s twist.

Ah…the feeling of freedom. What says freedom to you? To me, it’s always been about the open road. Just me, my bike and the pavement. No destination in particular, just the experience of the journey. Getting back to this having the typical 9 to 5 isn’t always easy though it does comedown to priorities and sacrifice. When you think about it, where is the true sacrifice when the goal is to get two wheelin in the wind.

Looking for a break from the 9 to 5,check this out to get started making time for the open road. http://track.mobetrack.com/aff_c?offer_id=10&url_id=286&aff_id=

It’s amazing how long we can endure the ache of the same old same old. Tolerance for pain is unmeasured and goes untreated too long. Of course like most loving the old school styles of the hay days, we built and rode rigid frame choppers probably too dangerous to pass inspection by todays standards. The look is still great to this day and the geometry and technology makes it possible to look cool and be safe having proper trail etc. without falling apart going down the road and stop without using the heel of your boot.

These days I’ve been finding myself stuck on the road trying to figure this thing, called life, out all over again. It seems that it’s become so simple to fall into old thinking patterns programmed years ago along all the years. This programming, I speak of, is the difference in succeeding or not when it comes to running your own business.